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Page 453
... smile . Unviolated , him the virgin sings , And him the smiling mother to her train . Of him the shepherd in the peaceful dale Chants ; and , the treasures of his labor sure , The husbandman of him , as at the plow Or team he toils ...
... smile . Unviolated , him the virgin sings , And him the smiling mother to her train . Of him the shepherd in the peaceful dale Chants ; and , the treasures of his labor sure , The husbandman of him , as at the plow Or team he toils ...
Page 456
... smile , Their fall portending . And turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry then : Though they to one be ten , Be not amazed ; Yet have we well begun , Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised . And for myself ...
... smile , Their fall portending . And turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry then : Though they to one be ten , Be not amazed ; Yet have we well begun , Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised . And for myself ...
Page 461
... all her reckless birds upon the wing , turned from all she brought to those she could not bring . I turned to thee , to thousands , of whom each And one as all a ghastly gap did make They mourn , but smile at length ; and , WAR . 461.
... all her reckless birds upon the wing , turned from all she brought to those she could not bring . I turned to thee , to thousands , of whom each And one as all a ghastly gap did make They mourn , but smile at length ; and , WAR . 461.
Page 462
... smile at length ; and , smil- ing , mourn : As dropped the dying and the dead . Fast as their ranks the thunders tear , Fast they renewed each serried square ; And on the wounded and the slain Closed their diminished files again , Till ...
... smile at length ; and , smil- ing , mourn : As dropped the dying and the dead . Fast as their ranks the thunders tear , Fast they renewed each serried square ; And on the wounded and the slain Closed their diminished files again , Till ...
Page 470
... smiling joy , And held himself erect By just his horse's mane , a boy : You hardly could suspect ( So tight he kept his lips compressed , Scarce any blood came through ) , You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two ...
... smiling joy , And held himself erect By just his horse's mane , a boy : You hardly could suspect ( So tight he kept his lips compressed , Scarce any blood came through ) , You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two ...
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Page 626 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Page 815 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 556 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Page 783 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Page 709 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 461 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
Page 818 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 723 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 709 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Page 657 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...